Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.